Excited to share my poem that was published in the Spotlight on Recovery magazine “Writer’s Choice” Part 7.
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BREAKING UP WITH DARKNESS
By Nina Rondon
I was in love with the darkness.
We’ve been together for a while.
Far away but so close, I could feel it holding my hand,
kissing my cheek as I grin and bear it; putting on a fake smile.
At first our relationship seemed normal, natural I would say.
We were right in all the wrong ways.
Maybe we were soul mates, a concept I often wondered about.
I craved love, so what’s the harm in loving the darkness,
the cold, lonely dark cloud.
It wasn’t long before I noticed the pressure
the darkness was putting on me.
Expectations as deep as the ocean,
a ball and chain locked to my wrists.
Drowning would be the only option in a situation like this.
The more we were together, the more I noticed a shadow growing,
hovering over me like a tree.
It didn’t shade me, it was grief.
I wasn’t comfortable, I wanted out,
but it’s been so long since I spoke up,
I lost my voice, I couldn’t shout.
This would be the first time I stood up for myself,
I feel the stiffness as I swim up from the depths.
It looks like such a long way up, but I have to do this,
I have to take this step.
I can see the light, the more I move close;
like I was being reborn; a seed discovering its growth.
When I finally reached the surface,
I have to admit I felt lost.
This is the first time I’m out on my own without the darkness.
What am I without it?
Maybe, I should go back?
I can hear it call. No! I need this!
I’ve set myself free.
This is how I broke up with the darkness.
How I found… me.
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